Three things I hate!

1) Coke in the U.S. is made with corn syrup. *tongue stick out* It just doesn't taste as good as sugar like they use in Canada...

2) Not being paid for my work. I don't expect ANYTHING for free but I damn well do expect companies to hold up to their contracts. Is that too much to ask?

3) Christmas when I have no money. I love to give gifts; that's a lot harder when I can't afford anything. I make do with self-made things but sometimes it's just not the same when I know there's something a loved one wants and I can't get it for them. *pout*

Fear the Dragon Pout.

FEAR it.

Sleep....

It's an alien concept for me.

When I'm not writing, I'm watching the kids.

When I'm not watching the kids, I'm working my tail off.

When I'm not doing either of those things, I'm worried about money.

My life's gotten so complicated, I no longer have the freedom to actually live it.

Strange, eh? Why am I letting these damn greggles push me through so many damned hoops? Have I been among them so long that I'm allowing them to treat me like a human? Or worse, have I started to think of myself as one again? I'd thought I was past that but in recent months, I don't much feel like my true self.

Somewhere, I lost sight of my dreams. At some point, I let my fire dwindle. It hasn't gone out entirely but if I'm to save it, I may have to do something drastic.

Just what that is...

...is anyone's guess.